The Girl in the Picture

I worked so quickly the following morning that I had finished the holiday cottage article by lunchtime and emailed it to Amaya, who expressed grudging thanks.

After lunch, Dad asked me to collect a prescription from the doctor for some stronger painkillers, then to take it to the chemist. This took less time than I’d feared and what with one thing and another, I was twenty minutes early for my appointment with Kyle.

In case he wouldn’t appreciate being interrupted in his work, I parked the car by the church, opposite the house, and had just finished dealing with a couple of text messages when the church clock chimed the quarter-hour.

I glanced up at the tower, visible through the autumn trees, and, curious, got out to explore.